The Donut-Cheeseburger Moment

Took the night off last night from all things tech-geekery to geek out in a whole other way: being uber girly. My uber girly co-horts: Molly Bloom (formerly known as Golightly), Miss Alicia Preston and a group of amazing women chowing down on Mexican food and tequila.

Somewhere between the nuclear margeritas and the Sephora "experience" ('cause its not about the makeup, is it?) tales, Molly told the kind of story that deserves it's own meme: The Donut Cheeseburger Moment

Actually having recorded this story last year in Smith Magazine, Molly tells it much better than I could:

There is a moment in all failing relationships when you know things won’t last. For me, that moment was the donut-cheeseburger.

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It was a frigid spring day and everyone was crowded into the kitchen. We’d been drinking beer and snacking on the ubiqutous brie and hummus. A good time, but nothing spectacular. I was making more salad when I heard frantic shouts of “Molly!” Sensing emergency, a burn victim or other certain disaster, I moved toward the cachophony that was heading up the back steps.

It’s Richard*, they shouted. “Richard’s eating a cheeseburger between two Krispy Kremes!” Men were high-fiving, everyone was laughing. Except for me. My first thought was, “Now I know how Marge Simpson feels.” Then I felt my heart sink. I knew. I knew this was an omen, a sweet and greasy sign that things were over. There was no turning back to the time before the donut cheeseburger.

Man. I've had some major donut-cheeseburger moments in my life. Thank goodness Chris is a vegetarian! ;)

And thanks, Molly, for making me laugh so hard, I choked on my 5 layer bean dip.